Ezekiel's pov I stood there watching Dracula, and it made my skin crawl. He was standing over Ariana, who was down on her knees. His pale, cold hands were wrapped tightly around her throat and for some reason, seeing him touch her like that made me feel a strange, sharp anger deep inside. The whole time I had been fighting her, I felt wrong. It was a heavy, uncomfortable feeling in my soul. It felt like I was attacking someone I was never supposed to hurt. It was like my body was a weapon, but my spirit was trying to hold back. "First, I have to get rid of that baby," Dracula said. His voice was cold and mean. Suddenly, a dark, black smoke started to glow around his wrists. Ariana let out a scream so loud and so full of terror that it shook me to my bones. It was the sound of pure horror. "NO!" she screamed. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes wet with tears. "Ezekiel, please! If you are still in there, listen to me! Do not let him kill our child! Please, E
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